I want to be a tree in the woods
Where my branches reach rough and tumble
toward the sky
And tangle with the leaves of neighbors.
A tree with a child’s uncombed hair
Where vines climb
And moss points the way home.
Where survival is both fight and collaboration
In the struggle, we share all we have.
In a storm, the forest trembles together
The one shelters the other
And no tree quakes alone
Greener Grass 